Mouraria

Why is it that I don't sing
Like the lark sings?
My singing is not even a lament
It's moaning of an agony

My heart cries like this
You have reason to do so
Illusion killed life
That you won't live again

Suffering made me different
You say and you're right
Because it's not in vain
That one has a heart

I'm serving a sentence
But I didn't commit a crime
I just know that she condemns me
To live far from you